I Cry For The Butterfly Poem by Alfred Barna

Who will cry?
For the Butterfly
Just to touch her fragile wing
Destroying everything
She never wished to be caged
Mocked by the Monarch's royal dreams
Tears flowing down in violated streams
For she had trusted those to save her from the storm
Paying no heed to her screams
Making her cold instead of keeping her warm

Trading light for a dark world
Where so-called elites carelessly sacrifice
The innocence of a girl
Yet demons think nothing of paying the price
Just to parley for select entrance into the game
Men who long for power and gold grovel to compete
For a drop of red knowledge from the flame
So they can lord over the commoners at their feet

Who will cry?
For the Butterfly
For the chrysalis contains witness to the crime
And justice will be sentenced to the end of time
And the curses that are uttered from those who harm
Will backfire upon all who partake, yet no alarm
The little you gain is but a loan with interest compounded High
And now as you rest in your calm
It shall be the only satisfaction you have as your days go by

You think you are in a universe of fools
Because you manipulate the people and the press
You see no humanity; but a store of tools
Who will build your world at your master's behest
But you are blind to the truth you are also the means
To the end that you have be used to unlock the door
And all the promises that you have hoped he beams
Were just lies, yet you have fulfilled his dirty chore